I have had a devastating experience about losing a lovable friend. A lot of us may consider the fact that dogs also keep watch of people intending to put you into harms way. I previously owned a dog when I was a teenager. He was a dachshund breed of a plain black and shiny coat. I got him the license meant for me to own him legally and all the stuff that you would call only a spoiled dog will have.

 
I bought him a mighty wicker bed with soft cushioning for him to sleep on. A tall fenced four-sided play pen so he wouldn’t be able to get out of the house in case someone left the door open. He has his own set of toys to play with and I even sent him to puppy school to learn basic dog tricks. He barks loudly a lot when he sees strangers due to the fact that I don’t let him out that often. When we play outside, it would be in the backyard or at some friend’s house.

 
One day, my cousins invited my family to go swimming at a nearby resort and we accepted the invitation. My parents prepared us for the trip while I sat with my “champagne” as how I named him. I stroked his fur while showing him my picture albums. I did not ask myself why I was treating him like it was the last time we would be together. He was 2 years and 4 months old by that time. I had him for 2 years and 2 months. I left him in his play pen that day.

 
When we got back at dinner time, we found out that the door was unlocked. We immediately went inside only to find our house in the state of calamity. Everything was in chaos and in clutter. Robbers just forced themselves in and stole a lot of our possessions. The flat screen TV, my mom’s microwave oven, my brother’s and sister’s laptop, and a lot more. What worried me was I couldn’t hear Champagne barking just like he was used to doing when he hears the door chimes. I went straight to the pen and I couldn’t see him. All I saw was the sofa cushion pulled out from where it belonged inside the play pen. I started to look away to find my Champagne when I saw red spots on the carpet underneath the cushion. I started to cry and called my dad for I was afraid to look. I wouldn’t dare describe what was under the cushion but what really hurts is that, my dog was a small harmless little creature that can’t even leave the play pen. Why would someone have the heart to do that?

 
Be cautious of your belongings, whether they breathe or not. I learned to be careful about myself because of that situation. Sometimes, even cute little things do not touch cold hearts.